Suga (BTS) - Rules (2)
Word Count//Â 1134
Summary// Smutty part two continuation to this
Genre// 18+Â Smuuuuuut
Authorâs Note//Â Itâs FIIIIINALLLLY up haha! Hope you enjoy.
Hooking up with Yoongi had its own set of rules.
One, his word was law.
Two, you werenât allowed to touch him.
Three, and most importantly, âsugarâ was the word to use when you wanted him to stop.
That is, if you wanted him to stop. Â
He walks towards you, then leans over and rests one of his hands on the surface of your cheek. His fingers feel cold against your skin as he instantly captures your lips with his own.
His mouth moves effortlessly against yours.
He always was a good kisser.
Your breathing becomes more ragged as he gradually pushes you down onto the bed and begins to strip you of your clothing. You donât seem to notice, the fire of his kiss is more than enough to distract you.
He slides the shirt over your head in an instant, trailing his hands over the newly exposed skin. You find that his lips leave yours and instead begin to trail down your body.
From your jawline to neck, he sucks hard at the tender skin, causing you to wince at the slight pain the feeling brings.
Admittedly, you didnât think youâd ever be sleeping with someone youâd known since childhood. It felt wrong, but at the same time, felt so right. You couldnât deny that his touch made you feel some sort of way, maybe even more than that of lust.
âYoongi-â you gasp, feeling one of his hands slide down in between your thighs. He strokes his fingers against the thin fabric, switching between the tips of his fingers and palm as your mouth elicit moans.
Still sucking on your neck, your hands move to grasp the back of his head, but you freeze and retract your hands, remembering his rules.
âItâs fine,â he assures, pulling away from your chest momentarily to grab your wrists and bring them behind his head. You test your new freedom out, tugging gently at the strands of his hair.
âI need you inside me,â you groan, feeling Yoongiâs mouth latch onto your chest, his free hands fondling the other. He glances up at you through his lashes.
âAlready?â he laughs, blowing teasingly over your wet nipple, sending a shiver down your spine. You nod, chewing on your bottom lip as the heat between your thighs grows. He cocks his head to the side, smirking, before he releases you and moves back to loom over you on the bed. He stares at your body, looking you up and down, his expression clouded with arousal, then lowers himself once again to kiss his way down your stomach and to the final piece of fabric covering your core.
Yoongi removes your panties, leaving you completely bare. You notice that he has yet to remove any of his clothing except for his sweatshirt. Waiting patiently for him to remove his sweats, a feeling of modesty washes over you, leaving you to cover your breasts and cross your legs.
âStop that,â he says, his voice low, âput your hands down.â
A new wave of desire rips through you as the dominance returns to his eyes. You follow his order, and anxiously wait for him to command you again.
âSpread your legs,â he says, and you do so, nudging your bent knees farther apart. Yoongi shakes his head, then taps your knee with his finger, âwider.â
You swallow hungrily, watching as his eyes focus on you. He groans, rubbing over his clothed cock.
âYoongiâŚâ you whine, urging him to move. His eyes leave your heat for a moment, narrowing as he looks at you.
âDonât rush me,â he growls.
He grabs his waistband before looking you in the eyes again.
âAre you sure you want this?â he asks.
âI wouldnât have called you over here if I didnât, Yoongi.â
As if those words triggered something in him, he rids himself of his clothing hastily.
âCondoms?â he asks, but seems to answer to his own question as he reaches your bedside drawer. He pulls out a single condom, ripping the packaging and slipping it onto the crown of his arousal. Reaching down to guide himself between the two of you, he runs his cock through your folds, gathering your wetness on the tip of his throbbing member.
Grabbing your wrists and pinning your arms above you, his bangs brush up against your forehead before he positions himself at your entrance.
Without warning, he sinks his cock deep inside of you.
Your eyes squeeze tightly at the stretch of Yoongiâs hardened cock, and he stops moving as he bottoms out, waiting for you to adjust.
The sight of you beneath him, pupils blown wide with arousal, cheeks flushed hotly, necks peppered with marks claiming you as his, nipples hardened against the slightest brush of his fingers, core dripping for him leaves Yoongi holding back a moan as you twitch around him.
âIâm moving,â he grunts, pulling his hips back slowly, then thrusting back into with a force that sent your head bumping against the headboard.
Any control that he had managed to keep up until now left him, when the feeling of you around him took his breath away.
He thrust into you rapidly, losing track of time and his surroundings, and getting lost in the haze of you wrapping around him.
âYou look so damn beautiful,â he grunted, releasing his grip on your wrists to sit back on his ankles, not stopping his thrusts as he looked back down at you again, his hands dancing up to roll each of your nipples between his fingers.
The tenderness of his voice came as a shock to you, but you didnât have long to think about it as Yoongi continued his ministrations, and it became hard for you to focus on anything but him.
His pace slowed, but his thrusts became deeper, reaching that spot inside you that made your eyes roll back in pleasure. Your mouth hung open in a silent groan as your orgasm began to swell, and you rocked your hips to meet each of his deep, calculated thrusts.
You came as Yoongi slipped a hand down to rub your clit in slow, steady circles, your release gripping him so sweetly that it sent him over the edge. He slowed his thrusts to a stop, collapsing on top of you as his heart hammered.
He clutched you close against his body, pulling out. Yoongi breathed deeply, trying to still his pounding heart while he rolled over beside you. He turned his head to watch you, as you smiled, running your fingers through your hair.
âThat was great,â you chuckled, flipping over to face him, âthanks for being there for me, Yoongi. Youâre the only friend I can rely on like this.â
He nodded in response.
It was a damn shame.
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